Whitehouse - Killing Hurts Give You The Secrets

Doesn't it make you sometimes think again
That there are some
Despite having everything
Just feel lonely and empty and severely lacking
I think it's really a common thing
Like many go on living from one fucking day to the next
Pits of despair, hells of loneliness
Squalid 2 thousand fucking mile stares
Fucking headbanging scum
With some foul remnant taste of passers-by
With feeling some lame passing taste of non-achievement
Yet deep down inside
There's this hole inside of them
Empty, hollow, vacated
It's like you ask yourself is this it?
Is this what i've been fucking living for?
This is it? Isn't life disappointing?
Constantly misled, deceived, and perpetually lied to
This life that was so near to never happening
People looking for that elusive it
To fill deep void and emptiness inside
Whatever this is is that one thing
That will make you feel a sense
Of wholeness, of completeness, of peace?
Of happiness
And when you have it
When it's right in front of you
Only then can you begin to: feel that
Or perhaps that feeling
Filling you up completely
That's when you know that you've found
That piece of you that was missing all along
Though whatever that happiness truly is
It's elusive
You have to strike
Once you find the slightest chance
The slightest window of opportunity
You'll have to grab it
And you might just find it slipped away
And you'll be left only holding thoughts
Of what could have might have should have been
The construct of regrets
So when you do find it right in front of you
Now do fucking take it.

Did you ever wonder
How people continually scheme behind your back?
You can never tell what other people think of you
To shield you from a bitter painful truth
Or maybe just not wanting to reveal their intentions
Waiting for the right time to
Assail you, obliterate you
But maybe not
Maybe everyone likes you and no-one plans hurting you
Maybe you're safe
Then again maybe not
While you breathe here now
You realise the real truth
You can rely on no one because they will betray you
It's just a matter of time
You can rely on no one
Looking into the eyes
You've known for a long time or have just met
When you see some line or shadow on their face
And you realise
You cannot trust them
They will let you down
It's a sheer matter of time.

No idea at all
I really have no idea what's been going on
Inside your fucking head
Do some fucking introspection
Look down inside
Explore the very essence of who-the-fuck you are
And i don't know if you'll notice
Just how fucking kept down and empty you are
So alone
So void
So fucking lonely
Explore that place
You only find clouded memories of pathetic failures
Pathetic limp needy frustrations
And ridiculous missed dreams
Ask yourself
So this is it?
This is what i've been grinding out?
What an empty life
Your miserable fucking life in general
That miserably fails to address
That deep longingness inside you
That deep painful void
It's why you need to find someone to hurt
It's time to take your own life
And examine it
Because might you might find yourself saying this is it?
This is all i have ever lived for
As you walk through life light
Because you're walking utterly empty
Just how empty and meaningless your actions have been
Go deep inside that nothinginess you call yourself
And examine your own shoddy motives to realise
That you're wounding yourself more than you ever could
It's really fucking tragic to see that
Thrill-hurting yourself in such a manner
Since you obviously get thrills cheating
But in truth cheating yourself
Scammed out of a life.